Al Geno on the track

I was havin' bad dreams way before the fame way before the lean

Them youngins go cop 223s and Jordan's until they matchin'

I turned them shackles to diamonds

I turned them shackles to diamonds

Your baby bang red like Santa Claus 'cause he ain't used to get nothing for Christmas

I went to sleep broke so many times now it's fifty racks in my pillow

I took every d**g just to deal with it but I'm still missin' my n***a

Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella

Bet shawty come back when I cheat 'cause she know the next n***a ain't realer

How you gon' come around tryna seek fame and I still can't hide these tears

Too much money bring attention I be wishin' I was broke

The way a n***a livin' I just pray I make it old

Told Rylo Get that paper we'll drop a mixtape later

And go pack out arenas the s**t we used to dream of

Two hundred thousand on my neck but don't look wrong

'Cause this that same s**t a n***a lose they life for

They ain't never tell a n***a ballin' come with court dates

They ain't never tell a n***a

They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates but I need one more strip

I was havin' bad dreams way before the fame way before the lean

Them youngins go cop 223s and Jordan's until they matchin'

I turned them shackles to diamonds

I turned them shackles to diamonds

They ain't never tell a n***a ballin' come with court dates

They ain't never tell a n***a